What I Felt Then I Feel Now:

Why Do Men Carry Guns And Build Prison Camps, When The Nurturing Earth Is Made For Freedom?

I Measure My Life In Sentences Pressed Out, Line By Line, Like The Lustrous Ooze On The Underside Of The Snail, The Snail's Secret Open Seam, Its Wound, Leaking Attar.

Whoever Mourns The Dead Mourns Himself.

What Was Lost In The European Cataclysm Was Not Only The Jewish Past--the Whole Life Of A Civilization--but Also A Major Share Ofthe Jewish Future.... [ellipsis In Source] It Was Not Only The Intellect Of A People In Its Prime That Was Excised, But The Treasure Of A People In Its Potential.

The Imagination Has Resources And Intimations We Don't Even Know About.